I just made it home from sitting and
chatting on top of a HUGE hill with some volunteer friends, taking in the
beautiful view, and talking about any and everything that came to mind. Language class was over at 3:30, but it was
nice to just get away for a while and be myself. I say "be myself" because it's as
if we (the volunteers) are living in a fish bowl. I know I've heard a million times before that
I would be watched like a hawk out here, but I never imagined it would be to
this extreme. It's tough to not ever
have a moment of down time. I have to
smile at everyone, say hi to everyone, wave at everyone; I spend every waking
moment with my host family and if I'm not with them, I'm spending time learning
the culture and why it's okay to do this and why it's not okay to do that. This is definitely culture overload, and yes,
I'm beginning to feel a little bit of the shock. My brain is so full with new words and
phrases, new names (which I can't even pronounce half of the time), and
cultural rules and norms. It's not
necessarily hard, and it certainly isn't impossible, but I am feeling a sense
of exhaustion; and many of the other volunteers are too.
One thing I do find humorous about being
in a fish bowl, though, is that
everyone passing by just seems to stare at me
with this blank, 'what are you' stare.
Even when I'm with other volunteers, the children and even their parents
look at me as if I'm an alien. It's like
they think 'her hair is like ours, but her skin is different. She sounds just like us when she speaks, but
she is not from here.' It's a daunting
stare that I get too...it's hard to explain.
It's like their bodies just freeze and they turn their heads as I walk
by. Their face is completely
expressionless; just a blank stare. One
of the volunteers joked around and said that when they see me it's like they
turn into the walking dead. They just
look at me in wonderment and try to figure out in their heads, which of the
village women slept with a white man to produce me. haha! I crack up every time he says that!
So far, I've only been sharing my good
experiences and many of my firsts.
However, things have not been all gold.
I have cried myself to sleep a couple of nights, I have had to push
myself through to the end of the day, I have felt alone, different, like I
don't fit in...and not to mention, I have only been here for about two
weeks. I guess it's better that I feel
all of these things now though so that I'll know how to deal with the feelings
later. But regardless of how good or bad
my days may go, I still pray to God at the end of the day and each morning,
thanking Him for this experience. I know
that the next day is always a new day and that whatever it is I am struggling
with at the moment, is just for that moment; better things are to come. I miss my mom. I miss my sister. I miss my stepdad. I miss Demetrious. I miss my friends. I miss brownies and ice cream. I miss fried chicken. I miss shrimp fried rice. I miss talking on the phone late into the
night. I miss movie nights with my
girls. I miss hollering at my parrot to
stop squawking so I can take a nap. I
miss snuggling up close to my sister and her whining until I move. I miss being able to walk down the street
unnoticed. I miss home. I really, really miss being home.
Love and Peace Corps,
Dametreea
(Written on 5/23/12 at 6:02pm)
(Written on 5/23/12 at 6:02pm)
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